The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-10-21
Pity the Poor Salesman.

Ne,o York Letter to the Hartford Couront.
A woman behind the counter is like a queen
behind her throne, and is frequently tyrannc-
al and arbitrary sovereign, but man selling
goods does not possess the same imposing APP
pearance. His object seems too plainly to sell
his wares instead of TO trifle with the customer,
or to exercise his great privileges. He is not a
diplomat, and in this position with all its
temptations he is seldom bully.
A few days ago while waiting on will of a
peerless lady with bandoline bang and naughty
mien in Broadway shop, the subscriber was
attracted by negotiations between two ladies
and a salesman He was heavy built, stalwart
young man, with fresh color, and to the casual
glance in good. training, weight about 100
pounds, skin clear and well coored The ladies
were from out of town-we will say Jersey, the
Jersey fats by way of adventure. The younger,
the would-be purchaser, was very thin, inclined
to straw color, chill and aglIsh looking-not at
all in good condition. You would have given
the shopman long odds in any combat between
the two. But there was a mother with the
younger woman, her duplicate, if duplicate
means double. for she was just double as fat
double as old, double as eagle-eyed.
Il want to see some black silks. remarked
the daughter.
Certainly, madam" said the shopman.
Here is, guarantee, the finest piece of black
silk ever made up in the city. If were a lady,
and Buying silk I'D buy this black. AS long as
any of it's left even after it gets slick and
shiny, you can add to it, you can turn and twist
it,"
"Ah, but don't want it. if it's going to get
shiny and going to fall to pieces like that, said
the younger lady from Jersey; Il want some
thing thatll wear
But, madam, began the shopman 81 didn't
say"
well, Mary Jane interrupted the elder
lady, disparagingly, lit does seem an awful pity
you've got to give up your black silk, but
S'pose if the man says himself it's going to get
shiny and's coming TO pieces, it's no good look
ing for one Black silks always convenient: in
case of family Fiction, there you are; there s
nothing genteeler for church; and as for teas,
ais extra you We got to haves a lace fichu and
there you are again. Give me a black silk says
/, and there | am, no matter where you put me.
But of course if it's going to get like that, fall
ing to piecesn your hand, as he says"
Madam" gasped the shOpman His knees
had begun to tremble and his breath to shorten.
"Of course nobody wants dress that's going
to fall to pieces because there'd be the dress
maker to pay, and what's the use of making up
if it's bound to act like thatg' went on the
younger lady; but she was not weakening, her
color was high, and a healthful excitement
glowed in her eyes.
81 said, madam, that whispered the shop
man.
"Of course feel discouraged, Mary Jane -
said her mother, waving him aside, but at
least he's honest; some mend tried to pass off
their goods as worth buying. Young man, III
say this to you. Your silks poor, but you're
honest, and wish you well.n
With this sally they moved off. If kept a
and subdue, but they'd sell my black silks.